Chapter 352
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Chapter 352:
He swiped the card. The elevator shot directly to the top floor.
The moment the doors slid shut, Gaston pressed Jocelyn against the cold steel wall and captured her lips, his hands sliding desperately beneath the jacket to find her bare skin.
The elevator chimed.
He carried her down the silent, heavily carpeted hallway and kicked open the heavy double doors of the Presidential Suite. He did not bother with the lights. He kicked the door shut behind them, the heavy deadbolt clicking into place, sealing them off from the rest of the universe.
He set Jocelyn down on the thick Persian rug in the center of the darkened living room and followed her down immediately, his body trapping hers against the floor.
In the darkness, Jocelyn could feel the violent heat radiating off his skin and the fine tremors running through his massive arms.
Gaston tore off his tie and threw it into the dark.
“Jocelyn,” Gaston rasped, his voice like sandpaper scraping against stone. “Do you have any idea how long I have waited for this exact moment p>
𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻
Jocelyn reached up. Her fingers found the bare skin of his chest through his open shirt and traced the raised scar tissue of the J.W. tattoo.
“Ten years,” Jocelyn whispered. “I know, Gaston p>
That simple confirmation shattered the last chain of his self-control.
He tore away the remaining fabric between them and poured ten years of psychotic jealousy, silent obsession, and agonizing patience directly into her. Jocelyn did not shrink from the force of it. She arched her spine, wrapped her legs around his waist, and met his brutal, desperate rhythm with her own fierce heat.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering Manhattan skyline was entirely ignored.
Hours later, the midnight bells chimed somewhere in the distance.
The suite had finally gone quiet.
Gaston carried an exhausted Jocelyn into the massive marble soaking tub and filled it with warm water, washing the exhaustion from her skin with unhurried hands. Jocelyn leaned back against his chest, her fingers lazily playing with his wet dark hair. He rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I bought out the debt on your mother’s house,” Gaston confessed, his voice a low, dark vibration against her back. “I ordered the banks to freeze Kieran’s credit lines. I systematically cut off every single escape route you had, just to force you to look at me p>
He was laying his darkest sins bare. He was giving her the chance to run from the monster.
Jocelyn listened to the full, terrifying confession of his absolute control.
Then she let out a soft, genuine laugh.
She tilted her head back and looked up into his dark, waiting eyes.
“Mr. Collins,” Jocelyn said, her smile lazy and unhurried. “Your return on investment has always been exceptionally high. This time is no different p>
Gaston went still. Then a deep, rumbling laugh shook his chest.
She was not afraid of his darkness. She welcomed it.